I was fifty-two, recently divorced and living on my own. I found it was easy meeting women; online dating was akin to being a kid in a candy store. It was not unusual to get the lady in my bed within a few dates, sometimes getting a car BJ after the first.

At this time, I wasn’t seeking a quality relationship. I was a serial dater and an admitted slut. I craved oral sex; my cock being sucked often. Bad head, good head, great head, it was all the same. I found a rare few women truly loved giving great head. For most, it was a chore, to please me, not themselves. Unbelievably, dating became boring.

One night I was posting ads for a client on Craigslist (remember Craigslist?) as part of my marketing business. It was late and I had a few glasses of wine. I drifted over the personal ads and was amazed at the number of postings.

At first, I perused the male-for-female ads and found them full of men seeking women or prostitutes. I was not interested in prostitutes, so I found these ads worthless. I don’t know why I went to the males-for-males site; I was a committed heterosexual. Yet here I was reading ads from men that sought cocks to suck, no strings attached.

 I was amazed, men wanted to meet, often in a parking lot, suck your cock and then go on their way. And of course, there were posts for men who needed their cock sucked. So many men, some revealing they were married and/or straight.

That night, I fantasized about meeting one of these strangers in a dark parking lot and having my cock sucked by a man. Imagine meeting someone, no flowers, no dinner, no listening to their dreadful life—and trying to be sympathetic, just to get her in bed.

The next night, with more wine, I read more ads and timidly answered a few. I thought it was anonymous; I don’t have to meet. It surprised me, I received responses, men claiming they could meet me tonight and suck me, swallow me, and they required no reciprocation.

I didn’t consider that they might want to have their cock sucked in return. Yet, I begin to fantasize about taking a cock in my mouth. What was happening to me?

One man, I recall his name was Robert, asked for a picture of my cock, and he sent his cock pic in exchange. I realized that I was incredibly turned on by another man’s cock. I stroked and got my seven-inch thick cock hard in front of a mirror, took a selfie and sent it. I never sent a cock picture to anyone, and here I was sending it to a stranger. He replied right away, begging me to suck my cock tonight.

I couldn’t meet him, and in fact, was not ready. That evening, I had a date coming over and was horny, but not for her. I imagined this stranger in the night sucking my cock, while she gave me oral sex. I came strong, gripping her head hard. She complained that I wasn’t supposed to come in her mouth and was too rough. She stayed the night, but I was thinking of Robert and could not wait until she left in the morning.

In Robert’s email, after praising my cock, he wanted me to be dominant and in control and to fill his mouth with my hot seed. Plus, he was not expecting any reciprocation. I realized right then; that I was going to meet Robert.

I was nervous, and the wine certainly helped, I suggested a local hotel’s parking lot near me. My logic was that you were less likely to be caught in plain sight and less likely to be murdered than on a dead-end street or dark empty lot.

Robert quickly agreed. I was extremely nervous and thought of a dozen reasons I shouldn’t go. Yet. I dressed in sweatpants, no underwear, and a button-down shirt, and was waiting in the parking lot. I had no idea what he looked like, just his cock, which was not in play tonight.

Cars would come into the hotel, and then the occupant would park and enter the hotel. Then a contractor pickup truck pulled up next to my car. I left my parking lights on as a signal. I was already in the backseat, stroking my cock under the sweatpants. My shirt was undone, I like being naked when getting oral sex.  

Robert got out of his truck and calmly walked to my car. It was clear, he had done this, while I was nervous and eager. He was a burly man; to be honest, not very attractive. After a quick hello, he began to feel my crotch and told me to relax and sit back and I slipped off my sweatpants.

He stroked my cock with both hands. His hands were cold, it was a late winter night. For a burly strong man, his hands were gentle, and I found myself getting hard. He ran his skilled hands over my cockhead and down the shaft. He was softly telling me how nice my cock was, then he began to fondle my balls. I loved the feeling of his cold hands on my shaft and balls, taking his time.

Instinctively, I reached for his head, and with my grip, he licked my cockhead. He worked my cockhead with his warm mouth while continuing to stroke my shaft and fondle my balls with his cold hands.

He stopped, and in a low voice, he said, “Tell me what you want, Sir, I am your cock slut.”

With women, I would moan and often place my hands on the back of their head or pull on their hair, forcing them down on my cock. I would tell them how good they were making me feel, even if they weren’t. I never called them a slut. But it was different with Robert.

I pressed on the back of his head and demanded, “Suck my cock, slut, I know you want my cock in your mouth.”

I heard him say, "Yes, Sir.”

After a few moments, I couldn’t speak, the pleasure was too great. He had stopped fondling my balls, and I instructed him to continue. Once again, with my cock in his mouth, I heard him say, "Yes, Sir.”

My eyes closed I let him work his magic, his technique was amazing. He ran his tongue on the underside of my shaft and licked my cock hole and over my cockhead. When I thought, I was going to climax, he slowed his cadence, making the experience last longer. His stamina was amazing.

Most ladies, I have found, wanted me to climax fast, finishing their obligation quickly. They would ask, “Are you going to cum?”

I would try to make it last, but I would sense they were getting tired, and the last thing I wanted was to finish off in their hand.  Yet, Robert wanted to lick, suckle and suck my cock for a long while.

Then he began to lick my cock head over the top, in a circular motion and my stamina gave in. He tasted precum and like the finale of a fireworks show, he stepped up his pace, stroking my shaft and I exploded in his willing mouth. He kept licking and tasting my hot cum while I drifted into ecstasy.

He spent a few minutes patiently licking my shaft until my hands released his head. He said I gave him a nice mouthful and I tasted good. He gave my cock a nice kiss, thanked me, and wished me a good night.

He got out of my car while I pulled my sweatpants up over my very well-satisfied cock and quickly drove off. I sat there and wondered what just happened. Robert truly loved sucking my cock, and it showed. He didn’t ask for anything. I had cash in case he wanted cash. It was an hour before that we agreed to meet, and I received one of the best blowjobs ever.

In the next few months, I met other men in this parking lot, or outside a Walmart or other public parking lot. Few were as good as Robert, yet each was a pleasant experience. It was always satisfying to fill a willing male slut’s mouth. Yet, for unknown reasons, I didn’t hook up with these men again.

Was it me, or was it something about the hook-up? I rarely got a reply when I asked if they wanted to suck me again. Yet, there were plenty of hungry men on Craigslist.

I was still getting oral sex from my female dates, but now I began to focus on long-term quality dates since men were satisfying my oral needs.

Stay tuned for Part II, when I met James and my bisexual journey leaped forward.